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After the magician and Dantley's greetings, the game is finally about to begin.
Referee Bill Kennedy, a black middle-aged referee, threw the ball high into the sky.
"Ha!" O'Neill yelled forcefully, and his two sturdy legs trampled the ground, as if a prehistoric beast fiercely hammered the ground! Bounced by the momentum and jumped high, the light weight of 300 kg seemed to walk in the sky. With a big hand, with a crushing method, the hand exceeded Greg Ostertag by nearly half an arm, and the ball was directed to the Lakers.
The basketball flies straight to Kobe, Kobe catches it steadily and advances quickly with the ball.
"Perfect jump ball! O'Neill's condition is very good. It seems that he has completely got rid of the impact of the tearing of the quadriceps." The magician feels that the jump ball's fierceness is simply more scary than Jabal.
"Looking at Kobe, will you think of yourself when you were young?" The magician turned to look at Dantley, asking questions.
"Some similar, but absolutely different." Dantley pursed his mouth. He was still a substitute at the university at the age of 18, and honestly there was no way to boast of Kobe like himself. Especially the current basketball emperor Wilt Chamberlain has released words, Kobe is his successor, Dantley is really embarrassed to compare with Chamberlain.
"Come! Kobe pulls his head! Heads-up! Heads-up Russell!"
"Jazz's penalty area huddled together, O'Neill, Big Ben, Malone, Ostertag four strong men intertwined with each other, hand in hand, shoulder resistance, buttocks!
Add men to men!
The closed area is already a tortured and vicissitudes section. Of course, the Lakers' offense cannot go to the restricted area!
The first goal! Kobe himself!
Everyone pulled away, and nine people on the pitch were watching Kobe. Thousands of spectators outside the stadium are also waiting to see what Kobe will do.
Kobe was impatient and dribble the ball back and forth a few steps outside the three-point line. Ruthless eyes stared at Brian Russell, as if watching a dead man.
A little flustered! Now Brian Russell is a little flustered! He knew that he was not Kobe's opponent, but he didn't guard against shooting. He drove Kobe to the inside. He believed that the defensive plan developed by Jerry Sloan could still be completed.
The stadium is very quiet, there is no plot to provoke each other, the two teams are already familiar with.
start! Kobe moved the ball one step, and then hesitated to worship Buddha!
Brian Russell took a step forward, preventing anti-investment and anti-outburst, he will implement this Sloan concept to the end!
Kobe raised his mouth slightly, and since he let me burst, I laughed.
"Kobe broke into the middle distance! Before Malone stepped into the defense, he hit a mid-range jumper! Beautiful shot posture, stable ball control and combination of shooting, Kobe's shooting skills in the middle distance is no worse than Michael! He is a historical level Mid-range shooter!"
"Kobe Bryant scored the first goal, and Jerry Sloan frowned! It seems that he was a little bit dissatisfied with Bryant's ease of getting rid of Russell and completing a jumper. The same is true for Karl Malone, he complained in a low voice.
"The Jazz's offense has started! Stockton holds the ball! It is not Kobe who is defending him! It is not Kobe! It is Bruce Bowen! Kobe walks in front of Jazz character player Brian Russell, worthy of being Silver Fox Harris, He wants to avoid Kobe's physical energy consumption in regular time as much as possible. The Lakers' offensive burden is entirely on Kobe and Eddie Jones. The restricted area has become a meat grinder. If Kobe and Eddie Jones can't get it together 50 points, I don’t like the Lakers to win."
Stockton looked at the defensive player in front of him was Bruce Bowen, thought for a second, and decided to pick and roll!
"Jazz's iconic pick-and-roll tactic! Stockton and Malone are two tacit understandings!"
"One block! One tear down! Two simple actions were used by the elders of Utah to turn the rotten into magical!"
"Block it! The Lakers are not out of position! Big Ben and Bowen are in perfect harmony! The two of them communicated and finished the defensive position in an instant! Stockton was a little surprised that Bowen appeared in front of himself again after the pick-and-roll!"
Damn it! Are these two guys so conscious of traversing footsteps and broken picks? Stockton is indeed a bit surprised. Even the Harper and Rodman of the Bulls are very difficult to defend their own pick-and-roll. Without defending, it is almost impossible to defend without losing the position, at least in this round. In defense, the Lakers did it!
Never mind! Anyway, natural dislocation, then singles!
Stockton decided to single Bowen!
Cross steps quickly! Focus on the center of gravity! Break to the right!
At the moment of Stockton's breakthrough, he dropped his shoulders, squeezed his left hand into a fist, and secretly waved to Bowen's weakness, the egg.
"Rookie, feel the cruelty of the professional basketball." Stockton can be described as a model of white-faced and black-faced. Without these little tricks, in terms of his physical fitness, he cannot be a star of this level. His hand movements are very much in both offensive and defensive. Some of them are similar to the 58 guns of later generations. Their height is limited. To survive, they have to start with a little black, and when they break through, they are shoulders. Common tricks.
Bowen said nothing. Kobe had already reminded Stockton what he would do before the game. He lifted Stockton's fist with his hand and then slid sideways to block Stockton's progress.
With precautions, Bowen's insidious cunning can certainly prevent Stockton's small moves. Stockton alone can't get rid of Bowen by speed and possession.
This is a bit embarrassing! Stockton continued to change direction, but Bowen seemed to have opened his eyes and accurately predicted every attacking route of Stockton.
Suddenly stuck! 24 seconds is fleeting!
"Damn it! Make a move! Forget it!" Stockton was originally prepared to throw the pot, oh no, it was the ball thrown to Malone~EbookFREE.me~ But Big Ben was already prepared and took a step forward to get stuck Malone's receiving route. The crowded restricted area is not only uncomfortable for O'Neill, but also for Karl Malone!
Stockton raised his left hand, his elbow pressed against Bowen's waist, and used his strength!
"His!" Bowen took a breath, did he avoid this elbow? Avoid it, then Stockton has plenty of shooting space. As a white point guard, Stockton's shot is very reliable.
Can't avoid it, that one elbow walking toward the waist, I am afraid that Bowen will urinate the next day!
Poor Bowen chose to avoid his edge and took a step back.
"Hah! The rookie is the rookie!" Stockton sneered secretly, then bouncing up and throwing the ball!
Bowen panicked and rushed towards Stockton without raising his hand, but his defense did not interfere with Stockton at all.
"Young!" Stockton groaned, but when he fell he found that the soles of his feet were not on the floor!
"No? Isn't it?" Bryant's eyes widened.
"Uh!" The goal was scored, and all the players who turned around to grab the ball returned without success.
"Ah!" Stockton fell to the ground holding his ankle, rolling over and over again, crying out in pain.
Bowen is innocent!
He stared blankly at the referee, as if he didn't know what happened.
Referee Bill Kennedy was also a bit ignorant.
Stockton's small moves he saw, but after all, the old star, bullying the rookie, this face should still be given.
But how did the bully bully, Stockton lay on the ground?
Everyone in the audience was puzzled, only Kobe looked at Bowen's foot.
The black foot of the star who has lost countless talents.